Windsor Connecticut – Grace Church World War II Roll of Honor

History and Location No one can confirm for sure, but The World War II Honor Roll for Grace Episcopal Church is thought to be a blank template document that the Episcopal Diocese sent to the local parishes as a way to bolster patriotic and spiritual pride during the war effort.  There is no date attached but it is estimated the document was started about 1942. It contains many symbolic Christian images along with the names of the Grace Episcopal Church parishioners who were serving during World War II. The names are not alphabetical. They were added as men or women…

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“FAVORITE NAME” CHALLENGE – #52ANCESTORS

In 1926, Mrs. G. J. Wilkins of Atlanta Georgia wrote to the Office of Indian Affairs, “My great-grandfather on my father’s side was a full-blooded Indian with tribal relations with the Cherokees of Georgia.” Mrs. Wilkins was referring to Abraham Helton, known by his family as Young Chicken Chetiganete. He was born in 1843. He is also my 5th great-grandfather. Finding Native American ancestors is a boom for genealogists. It can be difficult to prove on paper.  It can be more difficult to prove in your DNA…even if you have the paperwork to prove it. I vaguely recall my grandmother…

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“Invite to Dinner” CHALLENGE – #52ANCESTORS

What would Hattie say? I’ve mentioned  Hattie Potter Chase before if you read my earlier blog post,  The Shameful Secret of David Edgar Chase. She was left a widow at age 45 in 1900 when her husband, David, put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger in their upstairs hallway while she was eating breakfast down below.  No one seems to know exactly why. Oh sure, I’d like to invite David to dinner and ask him that “why” question. Trust me, I would. But I can’t help thinking of Hattie in all of this. I’d like to have Hattie over…

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Favorite Photo Challenge – #52Ancestors

Week 2 Challenge: Favorite Photo I haven’t looked at photos of my Dad in a very long time. But as I was looking for a photo for this challenge that really stood out as my favorite, this one came front and center. This is my Dad. It was 1927. He was 3 years old. Leave it to my grandmother to dress him in this ridiculous outfit. But that was Grammy. She was very highbrow. And she wanted her children to be perceived as “well brought up.” She and Granddad were lucky enough that they were comfortable in these early years…

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